Desiree The Half Elf Princess Warrior: Keeper of the Rune

REVELATIONS

CHAPTER SEVEN

     With the truth about her life at long last had been brought out into the open, Desiree was starting to feel as if a sudden burden had been lifted off her, for no other reason than to get the monkey off her back she had been dealing with ever since she was two-years-old: her biological mother was alive. 

     She look forward to sharing her new-found information with Genevieve and Chandler. To her disappointment, when she arrived at school that morning neither of them was nowhere to be found, which as so happen was odd, considering the former would normally greet her whilst Genevieve was noticeably absent from the bus ride that Desiree and the young woman usual rode together on. More disturbing was the fact that neither Cordelia nor the new bus driver were there as well. The regular driver was ringing in his place instead. 

     As Desiree was halfway along the corridor she heard the sound of angry voices that originated from the janitor's closet. What's going on? she thought

     Peering all around her, Desiree discovered that everyone else in the hallway was either to busy to notice or not paying attention, as if she was the only one who could hear the commotion that was taken place in the room.  

     The door was slightly ajar. Desiree pressed her ear to the door to listen more closely and identified one of the voices. It belong to her classmate, Anthony and he sounded pretty upset about something. Desiree's features lit up at the sound of his voice. What was he doing in the janitor's closet was anyone guess at the point? Who was he talking to? 

     Desiree hesitated, not wanting them to know she'd heard them arguing, when the sound of her own name got her attention, then she leaned closer to the door, desperate to hear what was being said about her. 

     "Anthony, the truth would terrified Desiree," a girl said, in a hoarse voice. Yet again another voice she recognized from the onset. "She's neither doesn't know what she's capable of. Nor is she ready to embrace her calling." 

      My calling? Desiree thought.     

     "Here's an idea: what if we don't tell her," Anthony said. "Keep her in the dark for as long as possible until someone else thinks of a better plan that doesn't involve getting her killed." 

       Keeping me in the dark seems to be a common theme going around lately, Desiree thought.   

     "The Order of Wegondor can be anyone and show up anywhere. We must be on guard at all times." 

     Desiree gasped, a memory paraded across her mind of Persephone's visit to her home where she first heard of the group from the long-legged older woman. 

    "I think members of the Order of Wegondor have infiltrated the confines of the castle. It's my guess, that was the only way Trezor and Quinzor were able to get inside due to the fact that the enchantments and spells that protected the castle were down." 

     Desiree peered past the somewhat opened door. 

     "You're forgetting about the protection spell. I don't think anything could happen to Desiree here while the enchantment is working." 

     Desiree sighed. Thank goodness someone thought of placing a protection spell around the school.     

     "Well, if you ask me, we wouldn't be having this discussion if it weren't for Cordelia. It's her fault the necklace was stolen in the first place," a female voice popped in. Desiree's jaw dropped. Recognition flooded her memory.